I stole this from Zoe, who stole this from Kara, who stole it from someone else. There are no original questions, only slightly original answers. 😉
LAYER ONE: Just the Facts
Real name: Kristen
Birth date: 02/27/75–Same as Chelsey Clinton and Liz Taylor
Current Location: Middle of Nowhere, Kans-ass
Eye Color: Blueish-green with a thread of brown around the pupil.
Hair Color: Blonde, more or less.
Righty or Lefty: Lefty
Zodiac Sign: Pisces.
LAYER TWO: On The Inside
Your heritage: Mostly Finnish and German, but I’ve got a good dash of Bohemian in there to keep me spicy!
Shoes you wore today: When I HAD to wear shoes: suede clogs. Otherwise: bare foot.
Your weakness: Smoked salmon and Tillamook extra sharp cheddar cheese
Your fears: Losing Linnea.
Your perfect pizza: Medium thick crust, with black olives and mushrooms. Yum!
LAYER THREE: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Your most overused phrase: Dude, fuck, or sweet!
Your thoughts first waking up: Um, if Linnea woke me up: Good God, child! Can’t you pleeeeeeze sleep though the night?! If Linnea didn’t wake me up: Good God! I hope nothing happened to Linnea!
Your best physical feature: I have spectacular skin, and I’ve got huge eyes. I’ve also been told I have dangerous lips…I decided to take that as a compliment.
Your bedtime: Usually between 10:30 and 11…depends on what’s happening on Leno.
Your most missed memory: Um, if I miss it, how do I know?
LAYER FOUR: Your Pick
Iced Tea or Soft Drink: Iced Tea
Soup or Salad: Salad
Single or group dates: Depends. Sometimes it’s fun to go out in a group, sometimes it’s better to be alone.
Slip-ons or Lace-ups: Slip ons. But better yet is no shoes at all.
Fruity or Herbal: Herbal.
Jell-O or Pudding: Mm, neither, actually.
Coffee or Hot Chocolate: Coffee
LAYER FIVE: Do You?
Smoke: No. Other than a couple of times when I smoked a bunch of cigarillos with a girlfriend and we got totally buzzed and drank too much wine and when we woke up the next morning we both tasted like bar rag. And, I’ve taken puffs of M’s Cubans.
Cuss: Fuck, yeah!
Sing: I sing a lot to Linnea. She’s the only one I can sing in front of without just wanting to die of embarassment–even though I’ve been told I’ve a lovely voice.
Take a shower everyday: Pretty much.
Still talk to your first love: No. He is dead to me.
Like your job: Not especially. I hope to like it more in a different environment.
Like(d) high school: I did. It was a lot of fun. I wouldn’t want to do it again or anything, but for a one-time thing: it was good.
Get motion sickness: Not usually.
Think you’re attractive: Depends. Sometimes I think I’m freaking hot, other times I think M ought to trade me in for a newer model.
Think you’re obsessive-compulsive about anything: Yes. No. Yes. No. Mostly No.
Get along with your parents: Absolutely. I adore them.
Like thunderstorms: Yes, yes, yes!!!! Spring severe weather season is coming, and while I’m NOT looking forward to all the tornado hooplah, I am SO looking forward to some good thunderstorms.
Play an instrument: Snort. I have a friend who would answer “skin flute”. But I played violin.
LAYER SIX: In the past month have you…
Spent more than $100 on a single item that wasn’t an obigatory item? No. Not on a single item.
Had a verbal argument where you screamed at someone: No, not in the past month.
Purchased Cottage Cheese: Ew, NO.
Surprised someone for a special event: No. I wish I could say, “Hell yeah!” But I can’t.
Purchased a new CD: Yes. Willie Nelson’s “Songs”.
Gone to the mall: Yep. In fact, if I stopped indulging in retail therapy, I could probably afford actual therapy.
Purchased an MP3: Dude. I just figured out how to blog. Needless to say: MP3’s are a bit beyond my technological savvy.
Sent your resume out for a new job: Not a resume, but I’ve submitted paperwork.
Been on stage: Does a pulpit count as a stage?
Had lunch with a group of ten or more: Yes. It was a funeral lunch.
Had a cold: Yes.
Changed your hairstyle: Well, it’s finally long enough for me to do “long styles” with it. Does that count?
Taken a vacation: God, no. I wish. I really really really wish.
LAYER SEVEN: Ever…
Played a game that required removal of clothing: You mean other than foreplay?
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Snort. Um, yeah.
Been caught in a lie: I don’t recall. I’m sure I have been, but I don’t remember a specific time.
Been called a tease: Yes. By the aforementioned first love who is dead to me now.
Caused a car wreck: Yes.
LAYER EIGHT: Getting Older
Age where you believe your life really began (if not yet, give a guess): I think I realized all the potential that life had to offer when I met M when I was 23. Life absolutely got better from the moment I laid eyes on him, and even the shit parts since have been better than the good stuff that happened before.
Do you have children, if so, how many and what are their ages: Yes, Linnea. She’s 14 months and a day.
What do you really want to be when you grow up: That’s a million dollar question. Maybe a writer. Maybe a professor.
Where would you like to retire to: Oregon Coast or Texas Hill Country.
One fear about getting older: Losing myself–my memories, my sense of self.
LAYER NINE: The Opposite Sex
Eye color: Don’t care.
Hair color: Funny fact. All the blonds I dated ended up being enormous azzholes. All the brunettes (can a guy be a brunette?) treated me far better than I deserve. Obviously, what hair M has left is brown.
Short or long hair: Doesn’t really matter. M has no hair, and I like him fine.
Height: Doesn’t matter.
Best first date location: Gads. Our first date was at a zoo. We held hands and watched the orangutans have oral sex. That was pretty good.
LAYER TEN: In The Numbers…
Number of jobs I’ve had in my life: Eight. My very first job was to dress up as Frosty the Snowman and give candy out to children at a drugstore. That freaking SUCKED.
Number of people I could trust with my life: 3
Number of CDs that I own: No clue. Way more than I actually listen to.
Number of piercings: 3, though I wish now it was only two.
Number of tattoos: None, although I have a deep, secret yearning to get one. If I ever stumble on the perfect design, I’ll probably get one.
Number of times my name has appeared in the Newspaper? No clue. More than I can count.
Number of scars: 2 on my knees.
Number of things in my past that I regret: I regret treating Dennis Eller monstrously in the ninth grade–he was so good to me, and I ended up being a total bitch to him. I regret not speaking out more. I regret letting people bully me into doing things because I am strong.